Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
it's this .50 finna do the deal
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
A
A5
If you busters slippin',
A
C#m
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
C#
Load up my big nine,
Bbm
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#
C#5
Load up my big nine,
C#
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
C#
Load up my big nine,
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Verse 2
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering,
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be
here 'til the end of fucking times
And still you wonder, "Who am I?"
C#m
C#
C#5
I am the devil's son,
born and raised
C#m
C#5
C#m
Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
C#m
C#5
C#m
Praise the fucking devil,
C#5
C#m
C#5
God can suck my dick
C#m
C#5
I scorch the plains
C#m
A
Making mountains crumble,
glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm lord of the plagues
Load up my-
Bbm
C#
Wait a fucking minute,
Some would say nay,
'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breaking fortes
$carecrow in the corn maze,
C#m
A
For war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe
C#
D#
For war, we pray
For war, we pray
C#
C#5
7th Ward, the grey
C#
G#
D#
For war, we pray
Verse 3
For war, we pray
The fucking $carecrow
walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood wood floor,
you know, mister typical
my window
(Begging to be dead)
But no worries
C#m
C#
C#5
C#m
C#
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade,
May thy rise for the Yung Christ,
never even died
C#
C#m
My father just forsaken I
It's an eye for an eye
C#m
Speaking of I, I- (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest,
while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to watch
from the bleachers
Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (pow,
pow, pow, pow)
yeah (yeah, yeah)
Verse 4
Load up my big nine,
C#
D#
now I'm fin na shoot to kill
If you busters slippin' (my time's up,
fuck)
Outro 1
It's this .50 finna-
C#m
G#
D#
A
A5
A
F#
Bbm
F#
D#m
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